The remaining two games are made by Chun Yuyan against the opponent Shanyuan, and Chun Yumin against the opponent Shanji.

Fang Shanyuan and Fang Shanji are the nephews of the patriarch of Fang Shan, and in terms of spiritual cultivation, they are also the leaders of the younger generation in the entire clan.

are both children of the family, and the four people on the field are very familiar with each other in private, and the two brothers of Fang Shan have not been less than fooling around with Chun Yuyan in the Fengyue Field in Lingxiao City, and after taking pictures on the field, they simply stood in one place and chatted and gossiped.

When it was Fang Shanyuan's turn to face Chun Yuyan, he patted Yan's shoulder quite familiarly, "Don't blame me for being too heavy later!" The patriarch and my old man are staring, and I can't help myself! ”

Chun Yuyan smiled and said: "Otherwise, you put some water and lose it to me, and I will help you turn it over the next time you gamble?" ”

Fang Shanyuan punched Yan in the chest, "Who is rare for you to help." You kid don't curse me to lose money! ”

After the two of them stood still on the pool, their expressions slowly became solemn again. As a child of a famous family, no matter how they spend time together, once it comes to the honor of the family, they have to shoulder the responsibilities given by the surname rationally.

For Chun Yuyan, the significance of winning or losing this battle is more important than the honor of the family......

Both of them cultivate fire spirits, and they have also discussed in private, and they understand each other's depths, so they have no scruples when they make a move. Chun Yuyan raised a raging gold-casting fire, surrounding Fang Shanyuan in it. Fang Shanyuan flew up, breaking through the encirclement of the fire ring while throwing the flame blade towards Chun Yuyan.

For a while, the fire on the Tianyuan Pond burst out, and his eyes were full of red light. Everyone at the viewing table saw two vigorous figures, jumping up and down in the flames, dismantling back and forth.

Chun Yuyan knew that his cultivation was actually above Fang Shanyuan, and it was not difficult to defeat him. But the problem is that after this fight, you will have to face two other strong enemies, and if you consume your spiritual power too early, you are afraid that you will be weak in the future.

He thought about it, turned his body slightly, avoided the flame blade thrown by Fang Shanyuan, swept sideways past him, and called, "Yuan." ”

Fang Shanyuan subconsciously heard the prestige, but saw a beautiful woman, her lips slightly opened, and Qiu Bo looked at him in a daze. The woman was scantily dressed, with large breasts and a thin waist, which was her favorite type. Fang Shanyuan's mind was in a trance for a moment, and when he saw the woman raise her hand, as if she wanted to untie her clothes, she couldn't help but feel more and more heartbeat......

Who knew that in the next moment, his chest was suddenly hit hard, and his body flew up and fell backwards.

The moment he landed on the ice, Fang Shanyuan remembered that Chun Yuyan's biological mother was a fox demon who was proficient in illusion!

The gods with strong spiritual power can also use spells to change their appearance, but they cannot change their clothing, hairstyle and demeanor, and once they meet someone whose cultivation is higher than their own, they will immediately be recognized for their true appearance. However, the illusion of the demon clan is different, the caster does not change his appearance, but directly lets the other party see the illusion, so he is confused.

Fang Shanyuan rolled over from the ground and rushed forward to grab Chun Yuyan's clothes, "Stinky boy! How dare you cast a witchcraft! ”

Although there is no explicit rule that you can't use witchcraft in the competition, the Ganyuan Conference is a once-in-a-millennium event in the Eastern Continent, and the people who come are all people with heads and faces in the Protoss, and the ones who compete are also pure Protoss spiritual power and cultivation.

Chun Yuyan smiled, suppressed his voice and said, "How, the beauty just now still has an appetite for you, right?" ”

The two of them mingled together in Fengyue places on weekdays, and they understood each other's preferences, and in the face of the charming and bewitching woman that Chun Yuyan had conjured up just now, it was difficult for Fang Shanyuan not to shake his heart......

It's true that losing the game is a shameless thing, but it's even more humiliating to be distracted by women. In the final analysis, I still blame myself for not being determined enough! Therefore, although Fang Shanyuan was annoyed and angry, he did not dare to accuse Chun Yuyan of what he had done in public, so he could only admit it obediently.

Fang Shan's clan lost two games in a row, and the defeat was decided, but Fang Shanji, who came on the field in the end, still seriously competed with Chun Yumin, and the result was a draw.

The first round of the game ended, and the four families of Monan, Chongwu, Baili and Chunyu advanced to the second round. In the order of red, orange, blue and purple, the Monan clan will face Chongwu, while the Baili clan will compete with the Chunyu clan for a chance to enter the final round.

Qing Ling, who was on the other end of the Tongming Mirror, unconsciously pinched his palm, stared at Chongwu and Mo Nan's disciples on the field, and muttered: "The two sons of the Mo Nan family, Ning Hao and Ning Ze, are also down, but the person named Qi is so ruthless......

Looking at the order in which they stood, Chongwu actually arranged for Luo Yao to face Qi. I guess it was a decision made to ensure that the other two games were won?

Qing Ling couldn't help but sigh, "It's all my fault!" If I could be as powerful as the third and fourth senior brothers, Master would definitely be reluctant to lock me up, and Xiao Qi wouldn't have to go on the field to be beaten......"

At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the field and caught her eye.

"Hey, isn't that Miss Shiyin of the Monan Clan?"

Could it be that she also plans to learn from Fang Shanxia and replace her brother?

It's not right, the Monan clan has already played a round of games, and according to the regulations, there can be no more substitutions. Moreover, the last time we met at the inn, she didn't see through her true face, so it can be seen that her cultivation is not particularly profound, even if she plays, she will only lose in the face of the third senior brother......

Mo Nan Shiyin was wearing a pale pink gauze skirt, holding a rose-colored begonia in her hair and shaking a hairpin, her face was beautiful, and she walked to her brother Ning Hao with an elegant gait, and handed him something in her hand.

Qing Ling's nose was almost touching the mirror, "What did she give to Mo Nanhao?" Could it be an artifact used against my senior brother? ”

She turned her head angrily and said to Mu Chen, "Isn't this a violation? How can you change weapons when you are about to play? ”

If that's the case, the master will also lend the Bai Hong Sword to the third senior brother!

Mu Chen also stared at the mirror, his expression was slightly stunned, and there was a kind of complexity in his expression that Qing Ling had never seen before.

Chaoyan Muchen is a person who hides his emotions well, at least in Qing Ling's opinion, it is really difficult to guess his joy and anger based on his expression. From the first acquaintance, he seemed to have only two expressions in his memory: solemn and indifferent. And even these two different expressions are made with the same coldness.

And at this moment, in his slightly pale face, too many different emotions flashed in an instant, sadness, melancholy, mockery......

Qing Ling looked at Shiyin in the mirror, then at Mu Chen, and suddenly realized something.

"You, do you know her?"

Mu Chen didn't speak.

Qing Ling hesitated for a moment, stretched out his finger and poked Mu Chen's arm, "Your Highness...... Do you know Miss Monan? ”

As Mu Chen, it is not surprising to know Mo Nan Shiyin. But......

Qing Ling remembered what happened at the Youxian Inn that day, and couldn't help but raise his voice, "You are friends?" ”

Mu Chen's expression gradually cooled down, and in the face of Qing Ling's persistent questioning, he replied lightly: "No." We're just ...... There was a marriage engagement. ”

Engagement?

Qing Ling struggled to understand the meaning of the word, and fell silent.

No wonder, the two have similar elegant temperament and the same casual manners, isn't it a perfect match? Even the flowers in the house are the same!

No wonder she came to him, no wonder he looked at her like that......

Isn't a marriage contract a promise to each other?

Qing Ling wanted to say something, but her throat tightened unconsciously, and something seemed to crack in her chest, pulling out an astringent pain.

This strange pain is a bit like the grievance and sadness when she was scolded by the master, and a bit like the disappointment and discouragement when she lost the competition with the senior brothers.

But in any case, this emotion is much stronger than the feeling of loss and sourness when Mu Chen agreed with Baili Ningyan's beauty just now......

Although the smoke is beautiful, it has never intersected with Mu Chen.

And Mo Nan Shiyin has existed profoundly in Mu Chen's life.

Qing Ling hung his head, thinking about the mess in his mind, and in a trance, he even forgot to look at Ling Feng and Mo Ninghao, who were already in full swing at this time......

Ling Feng stepped through the ice, rolled out a water dragon with spiritual power, and entangled Ning Hao with his teeth and claws. Ning Hao's body soared into the air, holding a brown crossbow in his hand, and he shot several Nie Mu arrows in succession, hitting the water dragon's head and throat.

The Monan clan is in charge of the soldiers and horses of Chaoyan, and is proficient in the art of weapon casting. As the eldest grandson of the Mo Nan clan, Ning Hao did not dare to slack off in martial arts cultivation, and his hard work was not inferior to that of Chongwu's disciples.

Ling Feng and Ning Hao both came to the competition with the intention of winning the championship, and while trying their best to fight, they had to consider conserving their physical strength, and they didn't dare to show their killer skills easily, so they were stuck with each other for a long time.

The male guests of the out-of-the-field match couldn't help but become anxious when they saw that the winner was inseparable. The young girls, on the other hand, were happy to let the game go on indefinitely. As for the two people on the field, one is cold and the other is heroic, and the moves are quite chic, which is really too much for the appetite of the female audience! Of course, it's not a pity that this game is over, and the disciple of Chongwu in purple next to him should also be very interesting......

The female dependents hid behind the curtain and silk fan, talking one after another, and those with more lively personalities also made a list of the top ten beautiful men in this year's Gan Yuan competition. Ning Hao, Ling Feng and Luo Yao on the field, as well as the two sons of the Chun Yu family, have successfully ranked among the top five without knowing it.

Chenyue, who was in charge of deciding the winner, looked back at Mo Qian, who was watching the battle on the high platform, and after getting tacit approval, he raised his hand and shot a firefly bead into the air, signaling the two people on the field to divide the winner as soon as possible, otherwise the game would be terminated with a draw.

The seal of the Red Soul Bead will fade around noon, and the winner of the final round must enter Ganyuan before that, so the time of each round is also set.

Ling Feng and Ning Hao looked up and saw the flickering fireflies, and understood that it would not be beneficial for either side to continue the stalemate. Ling Feng thought in his heart, in the next two games, the fourth junior brother Yuan Qing still had a chance to win against Ning Ze, the third son of the Mo Nan family, but the seventh junior brother Luo Yao would fight against the ruthless Qi, and he would inevitably be more auspicious. In this case, he can only win and not lose this game with Ning Hao, otherwise Chongwu will lose his qualification to advance......

Ling Feng secretly made up his mind, and with ten percent of his spiritual power, he enlarged the water dragon flying in the air several times, opened his mouth, and pounced on Ning Hao with devouring momentum.

The crossbow in Ning Hao's hand turned into a ray of light and disappeared into his palm. He leaped a few steps back, then raised his hand and struck out, pushing a stream of brown air into the water dragon's mouth, instantly solidifying the seal, and falling heavily with the momentum of the water, splashing on the ice.

Everyone thought that the eldest son of the Mo Nan clan cultivated wood spirits, but they didn't know that he was actually cultivating both civil and engineering. Although the Haotian crossbow in his hand shot out a Nie Mu arrow, it was actually an earth spirit artifact made of Xuan Earth.

Tuke water. The water dragon was sealed by the divine power of Haotian's crossbow, and suddenly condensed and fell, Ling Feng was swallowed by the spiritual power in shock, and staggered to one knee and fell to the ground.